Having just become the Corpse King, you want me to seize the position of Purple-Robed Celestial Mast

Chapter 18 The Corpse King Reorganizes the Daoist Sect? But he knows the Five Thunderbolts Orthodox

Old Jiang and the others felt their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

I didn't check the Chinese calendar before going out today.

I thought it was a flying zombie undergoing tribulation, but then a cannonball blasted over, and it turned out to be someone else's ancestor.

I thought this was a wild zombie experience pack, but it turns out this zombie came from Longhu Mountain and even knows thunder magic and the Heaven-Reaching Talisman.

Stop talking about zombies. In the current Taoist sect of Longhu Mountain, who knows the Five Thunder Orthodox Method? Who knows the Heavenly Talisman?

But somehow, only one zombie learned it all.

"Oh no, the Taoist priest is coming for us."

Then they saw Zhang Jingxu coming from the other side, cursing and swearing, her eyes full of murderous intent.

"Who is it? Are you crazy? Can't you see my ancestor undergoing tribulation above my head? What's the meaning of your magic? Are you targeting my ancestor?"

He rushed over, cursing and swearing.

Old Jiang and the others shrank back, terrified.

The group's strength was generally not high, and the reason they could keep having meat soup was entirely thanks to Old Jiang's secret technique, but this technique had extremely high side effects.

Ten minutes of charging, one second of firing, three days of exhaustion.

They also frequently engage in petty theft, such as stealing chickens and dogs, and robbing others of their food.

"Taoist priest, please wait! We didn't do it on purpose. It's just that your ancestor..."

Before they could finish speaking, Zhang Jingxu and the others rushed over, glaring at them angrily.

Fortunately, the ancestor was alright. If something had happened to him, these people would probably be buried with grass three meters deep by now.

"Master, we're all family, we're all good people!"

They were so frightened by the Taoist priests that they broke out in a cold sweat.

Zhang Jingxu glared at them, but before he could say anything, Zhang Xuan had already flown over from a distance.

He arrived bathed in the golden light mantra.

"Disciples of Longhu Mountain greet our Grandmaster!"

Zhang Jingxu and the others all turned around, clasped their hands in greeting, and bowed.

What the hell!

This zombie is literally glowing.

Old Jiang and the others looked at each other, wondering what to do.

The people of Longhu Mountain are all kneeling, should we kneel down too?

next moment.

Old Jiang took the lead and shamelessly knelt on the ground: "Rogue cultivator Jiang Lao greets the True Man of Longhu Mountain."

"A rogue cultivator..."

Following his lead, the other rogue cultivators also knelt down to pay their respects to Zhang Xuan.

"I was truly blind to attack you just now. I failed to recognize that you are a good person. I apologize to you."

His attitude was extremely humble, as if he wanted to bury his head between his legs.

Zhang Xuan withdrew his Golden Light Spell, and only when he was closer could his true face be seen.

His skin was normal, without any signs of dryness or shriveling, but his complexion was pale and his pupils were blood red. As he spoke, his fangs were exposed, and the aura of a corpse filled the sky.

Definitely a zombie!

"It's alright, after all, we're all righteous and good people. How could good people beat up other good people? Right? Hehehe."

To make himself look as non-scary as possible, Zhang Xuan even added what he considered to be a very gentle and considerate laugh.

Old Jiang and others:.........

Grandfather, don't laugh! Your forced smile makes it look like you're filming a horror movie; it's giving me goosebumps.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The old man laughed, so we could only laugh along; otherwise, it would be too awkward.

Only Zhang Jingxu and the others stared intently at Lao Jiang and the others without saying a word, wishing they could send them to their ascension on the spot.

"What follows is a matter for our Longhu Mountain family; you may leave now," Zhang Jingxu said coldly, staring at the leading elder, Old Jiang. He then added, "Regarding our ancestor..."

"I understand! I understand!" Jiang Lao nodded hurriedly, "We're all adults, we know our limits!"

After saying that, he began to leave, turning back every few steps.

"Ancestor, we'll take our leave now. We'll come to see you again when we have time."

Zhang Xuan smiled and waved: "Okay, you can come to Longhu Mountain to spar with me when you have time. Also, remember to cheer me on during the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master election in a while."

Before they knew it, the group had walked away.

In the distance, the group that had been leaving without looking back suddenly paused.

You look at me, I look at you.

"Did I just hear him say he went to cheer for him during the Celestial Master election?"

The fat man tilted his head, looking completely bewildered: "I think I heard that too... So, this zombie patriarch is planning to..."

Gulong—

The eight people present swallowed hard, their lips pursed, looking like blank wooden figures.

"What's wrong? This ancestor knows the Five Thunder Orthodox Method and the Heaven-Reaching Talisman. Is there a problem with him running for Celestial Master? I don't think there's any problem at all. After all, none of the other Taoist disciples know the Five Thunder Orthodox Method."

"That's true. He doesn't even know the Five Thunder Orthodox Techniques, yet he's trying to compete with him for the position of Celestial Master?"

"In that case, I think this ancestor was truly righteous and awe-inspiring, a beacon of justice!"

.................

After they left.

Zhang Jingxu knelt down again, tears streaming down his face: "Disciple Zhang Jingxu greets...Grandmaster Zhang Xuan."

"Grandmaster, Longhu Mountain is now truly... falling apart. Without the Celestial Master's checks and balances, the various factions are hostile to each other, and there have even been instances of them fighting each other for status and resources."

"Disciples often killed each other..."

"This is truly an insult to the Daoist sect. Please, Ancestor, take charge of the overall situation."

Today, Longhu Mountain is riddled with holes, and only a few are still truly dedicated to slaying demons and protecting the people.

A large part of it is for their own resources.

Although his words contained accusations, they also conveyed more shame.

The other disciples of Longhu Mountain also lowered their heads and remained silent upon hearing this.

Zhang Xuan grew angrier as he listened, and finally swung his hand so hard that his sharp fingernails scratched five cracks into the ground.

"Hmph, these disciples are truly audacious and reckless, they have utterly disgraced my Dragon Tiger name!"

Longhu Mountain is a sacred place and a place of faith for every Taoist, and it is also the culmination of the efforts of every Celestial Master.

Now that he has fallen so low, how could Zhang Xuan not be angry upon hearing this?

"It seems that my resurrection is not a coincidence. It is a ploy to have me unite the Dragon and Tiger Sect and reorganize the Taoist community."

"A bunch of unfilial descendants, daring to try and seize the position of Purple-Robed Celestial Master?"

"Do they even know the Five Thunderbolts Technique? They just want to rob us!"

Enraged, Zhang Xuan unleashed a torrent of thunder and lightning, with the Five Thunderbolts Orthodox Law crawling and slithering across his red Taoist robe like a centipede.

"Come back to Longhu Mountain with me. I want to see who dares to snatch the Purple Robe Celestial Master's position from my grasp!"

Zhang Jingxu was completely bewildered: ? ? ? ?

No... what do you mean, Ancestor? In your possession?

I put you in charge of the overall situation, not made you a purple-robed celestial master. Your zombie body... isn't that a bit inappropriate?

But since the matter had already been discussed, he didn't dare to stop him and could only follow behind Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan rode his sword, with Zhang Jingxu and the other two following behind, not daring to utter a single word.

"The patriarch is unhappy; his face has turned pale and he's very angry..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Jingxu glared at him, speechless. How could a zombie's face not be white?

But the ancestor is covered in corpse energy, shouldn't he try to conceal it? This blatant behavior might get him bombed by his own people later.

Zhang Xuan was back home and wouldn't care about such things.

As I flew over the gate of Longhu Mountain on my sword, familiar memories flooded back.

Longhu Mountain is still the same Longhu Mountain, but many of its descendants are unfilial, so it's time to take strong action to rectify the situation.

"It feels so good to be home."

The disciples at the foot of the mountain looked up.

"Holy crap, what's that? A zombie king has invaded my Longhu Mountain!"